Paranormal Experiences...?

With Halloween creeping up, I thought I’d start a “paranormal experience” thread (done in the past with some interesting stories). Would love to hear your story.

While celebration of Halloween is an American tradition, it’s kicked off here. Many Sydney suburbs, including mine, have kids who enjoy knocking on houses with outdoor Halloween decorations; but adults also enjoy it with many venues – particularly hotels – that celebrate it – though it seems to be more of an excuse for everyone to get dressed up and act silly.

I’ll start with a haunted place story:

Years back a colleague and I attended a two-week course at an old Australian university up north near the border. Very late one evening, I wanted to do some research in preparation for the next morning’s class.

Settling down alone in the library, I started working through a problem. Finding I needed more information, I made my way through a corridor of shelves and while searching heard someone say, “Try the shelf below.” I turned in surprise thinking it was a class mate, to thank the person, but saw no one. So I thought the person had made the comment while walking past the corridor.

There was only one entrance to that library, which was at the end of a long hallway. After a few minutes, I heard the door open and close, so I ran up to thank the person. Instead I saw my colleague walking towards me down the corridor, with no one else in sight. Puzzled, I asked if she saw some guy walk out. She looked at me strangely and told me we were the only two in this section of the building; and for the few minutes she was walking down the hallway towards the library door, she'd seen no one leave the library before she spotted me behind the glass door. I waved the whole thing away and just told her I thought I had heard a noise and left it at that.

She joined me to review the work and shortly after we both heard the door open and close. We called out, then both ran up to look around, got no answer and saw no one. Looking at each other, we decided it was time to leave. After that, we only attended the library during opening hours with people.

Do you have a story?

 

I was getting married, and had rented a house to get ready for my new bride and I to move into after the wedding. I was debating moving my American Eskimo dog Snoopy to the house later. I had gotten him when I was 6 yrs old, and he had lived all his 17 yrs of life in my mom and dad's back yard and house . . . I wasn't sure if he would be happy in new surroundings.

Not long before the wedding, I was sleeping in the rental house after fixing it up all day, and I felt something jump on the bed. It was Snoopy, and I sat up and petted him. It suddenly occured to me that I had not brought him to the new house, and I came fully awake and said "Snooper, how'd you get here" . . . and he vanished.

I was left sitting there in bed. I decided I dreamed the whole thing, and went back to sleep . . . but I had an odd feeling. I was awakened later that morning by a call from my brother. Snoopy had died sometime during the night. I am convinced to this day he came to say goodbye to me.

 

Love your story.

Lots to be said about how close we get to our companions who become part of our life, our family and what sensitives they are. I’ve been/am close to every animal I have ever had. Each (regardless whether a dog or cat) waits by the door 15 mins before I arrive home, in spite of the different hours I return. Whoever is home knows when I’m due to arrive and hears the car entering the driveway by the end of this period.

You obviously had a special connection to Snoopy and I'll bet he is still close by you to this day.

 

I lived right down from a cemetery.Tell me that ant creepy.

Funny thing is i all so lived right in a run way path zone.So planes would fly over my house.Never saw any thing out the ordinary i even walked the cemetery every once in a while.It was a mile walk,But i am so use to walking now that 1 mile is nothing.

If some thing is haunted i got so use to the noises that it was like second nature to me.

Takes a lot to scare me.

 

That sucks. I feel for you that you can’t completely enjoy your own private space.

It appears disclosure of a property’s history by real estate/sellers varies by state in the U.S. (which I personally think is a wrong to the unsuspecting buyer). The term used is “'stigmatised’ property”. Seems there is no disclosure law in your state:

“…Illinois REALTORS® Legal Hotline Attorney, cites the Illinois Real Estate License Act, Section 15-20 and says licensees have no legal duty to disclose facts that have no direct and detrimental physical impact on the property...”[1]

“A material fact” is the way we refer to it here in Australia.[2] Real estate agents must now disclose any ‘material fact’ before they can sell a property. But what actually constitutes a material fact isn’t always clear.

However, we do have Federal consumer law, which deals with the failure to disclose something of a material nature that would have had a bearing on a purchaser’s decision – which I reckon probably applies after purchase of a property.

If you’re looking to sell/break a lease, check if you have a similar consumer law that can be applied whether as a State or Federal law.

Great story – but how awful for you.


[1] Does Illinois License Act require disclosure of ‘haunted house?’
Posted on October 27, 2016 by Bill Kozar
http://blog.illinoisrealtors.org/2016/10/realtor-code-ethics-require-disclosure-haunted-house/
[2] Section 52(1) of the Property Stock and Business Agents Act 2002 - Australia

 

That’s interesting.

Sometimes when I walk the few kilometres to a local Beach, a route I’ll take is past one of Sydney’s oldest cemetery dating back to 1870’s.

There’s a distinct feeling about the place after dusk, but sometimes (without trying to sound macabre), if I have time I walk through the site, fascinated by many of the historical headstones’ epitaphs, which draw a wonderful often poignant story of the person, child, or someone from the defense forces.

So, it is that sense of history that draws me, plus its location near the beach gives it a different atmosphere.

After dusk, I walk on the opposite side of the road.


I can’t do the same with other cemeteries which I would only visit for a funeral.

 

Loving your stories, but I know they'll keep me up tonight!

 

Many years ago I worked with George who was middle aged and single and had something "unexplained" happen that saved his life.
He lived alone (with his dog) in the back blocks of the Dandenong Ranges in a heavily forested area with lots of gum trees over 180 feet tall surrounding his house. One night during a raging storm he was sleeping when he heard his grandmother calling him from outside but he ignored it because he thought he was dreaming but when he sat up in bed he could still clearly hear her calling to him to come outside to the front porch quickly. He put his slippers and a dressing gown on and went to the other end of the house and walked out onto the front verandah. He was standing looking at the raging storm and trying to see who had called him but there was nobody out there. Suddenly there was a really loud crack, followed by a blinding flash then a huge crash. A massive 200 foot tall gum tree was hit by lightning and came down and crushed the entire other end of his house including his bedroom where he had been sleeping as well as his Toyota Landcruiser 4WD.

Now the spooky part...... his grandmother died when he was in his mid twenties but he knew it was her because nobody else ever called him by his true German name Jurgen not even his parents. In fact nobody even knows he is German because his parents changed their surname to a more "Australian" name after the war when they moved to Australia and they have lived in Australia since he was 10 years old.
It was a very lucky escape for George and after insurance coughed up for the damage his favourite quote regarding the storm was that it did $150,000 of improvements to his house and got him a brand new Toyota 4WD.


NB The gum trees were mountain ash and can grow up to 375 feet tall and they are a heavy and strong hardwood tree. They are the second tallest tree in the world after the Californian Redwood.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eucalyptus_regnans

 

A lifetime's worth of them since I was a kid. Visitation, prophetic dreams (normally about personal life/path), and yes seeing or feeling things most people don't.

 

Here you go.Watch A Haunting good ghost story's.Some are true.


Here is a better link sorry

 

Don't talk to ZO ZO at 3 in the morning hehe.

 

Now, now Wile, you're really trying get scare ownthree - she'll never sleep tonight!


You can be a meanie!
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I've a Ouji Board story that I'll share later.

What I will say at this point is that I never have and never will ever touch or play with one of those boards. They were banned when I was a kid, but for some reason they are now accessible here. I can only put forward a sincere warning to all/anyone who thinks of buying/playing around with one...DON'T!​

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I enjoy watching these shows when they're on which are based on true experiences.

cc.
ownthree it's mild enough to watch - can always watch with a friend

 

Hey ownthree - I "cut my teeth" growing up on stories of the paranormal with parents who loved history and historical stories (which often would include paranormal encounters).

So I guess I'm sort of "calloused" enough to enjoy them - though I can be selective

 

You sound like a bit of an "old soul".

 

Great story...I've always reckoned the loved ones who leave us are always there watching and protecting over us.

 

Remarkable you managed to last the lease. Some douchebag[1] of a landlord not to be upfront with you to begin with.



[1] Alternate definition: "an obnoxious or contemptible person, typically a man".

 

1. I can be a big meanie!
2. It can be fun some times.

 

There have been two occasions when house hunting with a friend we have both been struck by the feel of the house:

• House #1 - the front bedroom, cold upon entering, had a gentleman sitting by an empty fireplace who stared at me as I walked in as though I was intruding and didn't respond upon my apology. I quickly left and sought out my friend, asking to check out the same room while I spoke to the realtor. My friend returned and asked the realtor who that guy was. Surprised, he said the house was empty and ran up to check out the room. We followed to find him standing in an empty room. As we entered, I noticed some family pictures on the fireplace mantle. I spotted a frame with the same man in one of the pictures. I pointed to it, "That's him." The realtor picked up the picture frame, screwed up his face, looked at me, "Are you sure?" It was the owner who had died just two weeks earlier and the family was eager to quickly sell the property. Which explained why it was so well priced. We changed realtors.

• House #2 - bright sunny day, lovely garden, lovely house, but upon entering, it felt melancholy sad inside. While looking through a window, I saw a lady gardening out front. When she looked up at me, I waved. She looked up at the house then returned gardening. I asked the realtor who the lady was outside, he saw no one. I looked out and the lady had gone. Given the feeling in the house I asked if it was a deceased estate. As it turned out, the wife had recently died and the husband couldn't bear to continue living in the family home. So he put it onto the market.

It's interesting how previous occupiers can leave "feelings" behind.

 

Thank you. I believe he is still close by.